I just sat and I cut but no one noticed. No noticed my scars. How am I supposed to be happy if no one can tell I'm not? How am I supposed to show my real smile if no one knows this one is fake? How am I going to be told that I do this for attention if no one notices? I. Am. Not. Okay. How am I supposed to open up to someone that can not see me? How am I supposed to talk to someone who can not hear me?
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
